she loved covering her mouth with her own

just as those climactic waves

hit their first wavering peaks

the emanating wild moans muffled as they escaped

(taken from Sexualproclivities, some words revised…)

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TFT is up, quite a showing!  Not a week to miss…..I’m telling you!  Scoot…GO.

*THANKS* to everyone who contributed!

Would love to have you contribute, you know who you are.  ANYONE can…just snap and Send!

*****

~ xo

Vixen

“I kinda flirt with everything and everyone, no matter if it’s a tree or a coffee cup. I can’t resist.”

The whole player thing….  (which jr so kindly provided a definition of -below- from the Urban Dictionary and that I am so totally NOT) When I mentioned it last week (you know, when PC called me out on it), I failed to mention it was entirely directed towards my interactions with females. I am so totally NOT a player (oh good lord…SO totally not….lololol) when it comes to boys (to clarify…PC doesn’t count…he’s an honorary girl ~winkgrins~).  I mean…until this past year the very idea of me even liking one was ridiculous to me, and well anyone else who knows me well. I just wasn’t attracted to them.  Not that that stopped me from flirting, or being friendly with one (many).  I just wasn’t interested.  Still find that to be pretty true. It’s much easier for me to feel an attraction to a female.

But.  I am an equal opportunity flirter.  I don’t discriminate.  Girl…guy….cute….sexy….smoking hot…plain…not really my type…whatever. I WILL flirt with you.  I’m not even sure of my ‘type’….bc for me, it’s all about whether that *CLICK* is felt.  It surprises me sometimes in fact, when I feel it.  Who it comes from.  What caused it.  When I’m asked my type, I shrug. I used to rattle off something…like I really knew.  But it was pointed out to me (ahemPCahem), that no….that has nothing to do with anything really.  I like to make people feel good about themselves.  Make them smile.  Put a lift in their step.  I have a knack for it.  I like that I have that ability to do that for someone.  BUT please don’t get me wrong….  I have my sights set.  My crushes, interests, while they may seem to include everyone...don’t.

(vi.sualize.us)

Just because I flirt with someone, doesn’t mean I want to hook up with them.  I am very flirtatious.  It’s just who I am.  PC and I work well, because he understands this about me.  Not that he isn’t insanely flirtatious himself….  But he doesn’t feel threatened.  Nor do I with him.  Hell when guys have offered to buy me a drink when we are out, he is all for it.  Saves him money!  *smirk*

A past girlfriend was upset with me at one point, regarding my flirting- she wanted to feel *special*.  But I mean, everyone wants to feel special to someone, right?!  When I pay so much attention to… ‘everyone’….the person I’m into has a difficult time ‘knowing’ they are the one I’m lusting after, completely into.  Well, gah, I guess that makes sense.

I guess I suck at that part.  Because in my mind…I KNOW who I’m into.  But I guess sometimes I get so consumed in my flirting that I fail to really devote my attention to the person(s) I am entirely interested in.  PC has even complained about this occasionally. (I TOLD you…I suck sometimes)

(((PC)))

I like to be liked.  To feel special.  And adored.  And fawned over.  Why wouldn’t they?

Player?  Not so much.  Equal opportunity flirter?  Completely.

(weheartit)

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

Four years ago I met a girl at our pool  (we have a fabulous pool that we’ve gotten a membership to for years).  She was a SAHM like myself, had a daughter similar in age to LM and a slightly older son with down syndrome.  She was…unique.  Think, Shane from The L Word (which if you recall I’ve lusted after hardcore for years), with bleached blond hair.  Tiny but quite obviously worked out.  And tattoo’d.  She had numerous, awesome bits of ink.

(Katherine Moenning- Shane)

From the moment I saw her I’ve been intrigued.  It took a couple weeks for me to introduce myself and begin talking with her.  (seriously if pools would just allow alcohol we’d all have so much more fun, or at least I would!) Once I did, we became fabulous friends.  Saving chairs for one another, the best ‘spot’ on the lawn, looking forward to each others company.  I anticipated our interludes, which were never with much privacy.  I mean, we each (at the time) had three year old’s.

I admit. I developed a huge crush.  The year came to an end.  I hadn’t seen her since.  Then.  Guess who showed up at the pool last week.  And happened to sit next to us.  Her.  She’s changed a bit.  I don’t think she works out as much.  Has a slightly different hair cut.  She seems pre-occupied and worn out.  But.  All of that aside.  The minute I saw her, it didn’t change the immediate butterflies…….  The smile that met hers when she looked my way and we immediately recognized each other.

Crushing……

*****

So.  I was watching The Real L Word and PC unfortunately for him, happened to watch it with me.  With in 10min he informed me I was like this one girl.  Who is a total player.

Wha?!  ME???  A player????  I thrive on stability!  Relationships!

And he explains to me how and why I’m just like this Whitney girl, who oh so totally is a player.

Fuck.

He’s right.

*****

(vi.sualiz.us)

~ xo

Vixen